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2026-05-13 20:20:20
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The Mafia's Princess Thirty Seven
The atmosphere in Don Lorenzo's study had barely settled.The air still carried the weight of everything that had happened. The party, the humiliation, the rescue, the unspoken emotions that neither of them had fully processed.Isabella sat across from him.She felt… safe.And yet, not.Because every word Lorenzo spoke reminded her of one thing...Her life was no longer simple.It could never be again.Don Lorenzo stood by the window, his back partially turned to her, his gaze fixed on the darkness outside.But his mind?It was far from calm.It was calculating.Always calculating.Finally, he spoke.“Your mother.”Isabella's head lifted immediately.Her heart skipped.“My… mother?” she repeated softly.Lorenzo turned to face her now, his expression serious, more serious than she had ever seen it.“We need to move her.”The words hit instantly.Hard.Isabella blinked.“What…?”“Tomorrow morning,” he continued, his tone firm, leaving no room for negotiation. “She cannot stay where she
The Mafia's Princess Thirty Six
Valeria Rossi didn’t bother taking off her heels as she stepped into the grand halls of the Rossi mansion.The marble floors echoed beneath her hurried steps, her pulse still racing, not from fear, but from adrenaline.From satisfaction.From the thrilling realization that everything had just changed.Her lips curved slightly as she walked deeper into the house, her mind replaying the scene over and over again.Don Lorenzo walking in.The fear.The silence.The way he had wrapped Isabella in his jacket.The way he had carried her out.Like she belonged to him.Like nothing, and no one else mattered.Valeria exhaled slowly.“Yes…” she whispered under her breath.“That’s her.”There was no doubt anymore.No confusion.No second-guessing.Isabella Lombardi was the girl.The one from that night.The one Martin had spoken about.The one who had begged for a life, and was granted it.And more importantly, the one who had somehow gotten Don Lorenzo Valenti's attention.Her smile deepened.He
The Mafia's Princess Thirty Five
The drive to the Valenti Mansion had passed in near silence.Not the suffocating kind from before.Not the tense, dangerous quiet that filled the space between them in the car earlier.This one was… different.Isabella sat beside Don Lorenzo, wrapped in his jacket, her fingers still clutching the fabric as if letting go would somehow unravel everything holding her together.Her body still trembled.Her mind hadn’t stopped racing.Not for a second.The humiliation.The laughter.The video.Alessandro.Valeria.And then…Him.The way he walked in.The way everything changed.The way he carried her out like nothing else in the world mattered.Isabella swallowed softly, her eyes drifting briefly toward him.Lorenzo's expression remained unreadable.Focused.Controlled.But there was something beneath it.Something she couldn’t quite name.Something that unsettled her just as much as it steadied her.When the car finally rolled through the grand gates of the Valenti Mansion, Isabella's bre
The Mafia's Princess Thirty Four
The doors had barely closed behind Don Lorenzo before the silence shattered.At first, it was murmurs.Then laughter.Mocking and cruel.And it was all directed at one person.Alessandor Valenti.He stood exactly where Lorenzo had left him.Frozen.His mind still struggling to catch up with everything that had just happened.The gun.The warning.The humiliation.In front of everyone.His father hadn’t just reprimanded him, He had destroyed him publicly.“Damn…” one of the boys muttered, shaking his head. “That was brutal.”Another let out a low whistle. “Bro… your dad almost killed you.”That was when the laughter grew louder.More confident.Because the fear Lorenzo brought with him, had also left with him.And now there was nothing holding them back.One of his friends stepped forward, a smirk stretching across his face.“Wait…” he said slowly. “So let me get this straight…”Alessandro didn’t respond.Didn’t even look at him.But the guy continued anyway.“You made a whole bet… hyp
The Mafia's Princess Thirty Three
The silence in the hall was suffocating.Heavy.Unforgiving.Every single eye was fixed on the scene unfolding—no one daring to move, no one daring to speak.Because standing there, with a gun pointed straight ahead…was Don Lorenzo Valenti.And in his line of fire, was his own son.Alessandro stood frozen.His body rigid.His mind blank.For the first time in a long time…he looked small.Insignificant.Because the man in front of him wasn’t just his father.He was the Butcher.And right now?That title wasn’t just a rumor.It was a warning.Lorenzo's gaze remained locked on Alessandro, dark and unyielding, his finger resting lightly against the trigger.The room held its breath.Waiting.Praying.Hoping this wouldn’t go where it looked like it was going.Lorenzo spoke suddenly.“Do you know…” his voice was low, controlled, “why you’re still standing?”Alessandro swallowed hard.But he didn’t answer.He couldn’t.Because even breathing felt like a risk.Lorenzo took a slow step closer.
The Mafia's Princess Thirty Two
Isabella's voice echoed through the room.The crowd erupted.Laughter.Whistles.Mockery.“Oh my God!”“She really went all out!”“That’s embarrassing!”Isabella's entire body went cold.Her knees felt weak.Her vision blurred.“No…” she whispered.But it didn’t stop.The video continued.Her pacing.Her anticipation.Her vulnerability.All of it exposed.Tears streamed down her face now.Uncontrollable.Humiliating.And around her?No one cared.No one stopped it.They laughed.They recorded.They enjoyed it.Isabella's chest heaved.Her breath coming in sharp, broken gasps.She couldn’t stay.She couldn’t breathe.She couldn’t—Without thinking—She turned.But some of the boys stopped her."Where are you running off too?""Why don't you give us some of what you gave, Alex?" Another boy said.Soon, they started pulling at her, touching her.Isabella screamed.They were like five or six of them around her, and no one came to help her.Not even her best friend, Valeria.Or her boyfrie
The Mafia's Princess Four
Don Lorenzo Valenti stood by the wide glass window of his study, the city stretching endlessly before him. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, but it did nothing to soften the cold, commanding aura that surrounded him.In his hand was a glass of whiskey.While most men reached fo
The Mafia's Princess Three
Don Lorenzo Valenti stepped further into the room, his presence filling every corner of the space.The gun in his hand remained steady, aimed directly at the young woman standing before him, half-dressed, trembling… yet strangely still.“Please… don’t shoot me,” Isabella pleaded, her voice shaking.
The Mafia's Princess Two
Don Lorenzo Valenti, also known as The Butcher, downed his fifth glass of whiskey, the burn doing nothing to calm the storm raging inside him.Anger simmered beneath his composed exterior.This trip was supposed to be a vacation, a brief escape from the chaos of his world.But men like him didn’t e
The Mafia's Princess One
Isabella Lombardi froze at the school entrance, her breath catching in her throat.Standing there, as if he had stepped straight out of a dream, was Alessandro Valenti—the most popular, most desired boy in school, holding a bouquet of fresh red roses.Waiting for her.Her heart skipped.Today was h
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